Nobody's Good at Everything
The fox glanced at the obvious peekage of his friend's red pull-ups, the bumper of the familiar racecar character showing over the waistband of timothy's low-riding orange shorts.
Battle of the Brothers
The racecar bed and disney decorations had always seemed terribly cubby to connor. he conveniently forgot just how much of it was hand-me-downs from him. "what are we doing here? this is caiden's room!"
A Mother's Love
Her eyes glanced over to the racecar pajamas he had picked out for the night and she shook her head. there was no way. a wicked thought came to mind. if she bought him thicker diapers, his pants might not fit over them.
Pathetic Excuse for a Boy/Melody's Enslavement (Part 2)
C...could i maybe try the restraints in the... uh, racecar bed... t... tonight?" miss fifi sat quietly on the racecar bed, staring at the melody.
Reward
Idiot thought the mouse turned on the computer like a racecar. "your complimentary cup holder broke." mistaken identity for the disk drive. "let me speak to your manager you douche bag!" every single angry all caller, all day.
A Little Arrangement Part 2 [COM]
The lion retrieved wide, cushioned straps fluted with holes from where they were secreted between the mattress and the racecar frame.
My Fist Penis
He wore a sweatshirt with a racecar on it and a pair of jeans. "hey ya davey!" he shouted as he ran straight for me. i yelled hi back as we collided.
The Birthday Toy
On the tv when his ears flicked, he bounded to the front of his room, which the door looked differnt--it was thick..metal... his racecar plaque with his name wasn't there anymore. instead there rested a thick, black plaque that said 'playroom'.
Puppy's Pound (NEW CHAPTER 8)
It was all blank for him: one second watching sports with his teacher, then the next waking up soaked in racecar bed.
Down Time (A2,B3,C2)
"you used to build racecars with your dad. i remember you telling me that. whatever made you decide to become a forensic geek and a medical examiner for the police?" "originally i wasn't going to do either. racecars were my dad's thing.
Big Brothers to Little Sisters
As timothy struggled on the rigging, his shorts slipped down and fully revealed the seat of his red racecar training pants. he was too frightened to let go of the rigging to try and pull them up.
Cloud Gazing
"or maybe it looks more like a racecar," she said. keith chuckled. "has anyone ever told you two the secret to cloud gazing?" he asked. both kits look at him with wide, expectant eyes. "no. what is it?"